dear_mun | ryansgulch app almost finished.

Hey. Mun. Yes, you. Cmere. Let's chat. Just take a seat, get comfy. Drink? No?

Okay. Look. I don't really have a problem with this whole game thing. City under the sea, whatever, I can dig it. But here's the thing: why the middle? Why not before the movie, or maybe, oh, I don't know. After it? Yknow, when everything's been wrapped up in a pretty pink bow and I don't have to deal with some of that crap anymore?

I mean, drama's all well and good, but what if he DOES get in, and I end up wowing everyone as per usual, and we're both trapped in this underwater tin can with me still a hot mess? That's disaster right there. Disaster. It's never going to end well. It's not even gonna start well. How am I supposed to deal with everything all at once with him maybe breathing down my neck, AND this damn thing still in my chest?

[ _{I'm confident you two can get along. Besides, he might not even be from the same universe.} ]

Wha- why, because the last time we got together it ended so well? If there's more defenestration in my future, I'd really like it NOT to be underwater. And your little besides there- does that matter? I mean, honestly? Because I'm not really sure how that's aaaany better at all. Oh, awesome, he might not IMMEDIATELY have a reason to throw me around like a rag doll. Gosh, that's such an improvement, I could sell it as the next big thing.

[ _{eyerolls eternally} ]

Just consider tweaking it a bit. Please? For me? No? Fine, whatever, but here's the thing: when the time comes, and it turns out I'm right? You're never going to hear the end of it. Non-stop. Chattering. For days. Your call, mun.